by Julie Piper
“Oh my god, that’s so hot,” Paisley groans.
They chuckle and their hands grow bolder. Sliding one under her rumpled shirt, Chris strokes her bare back, feeling goosebumps under his fingertips.
“Honestly,” she whispers, “I’ve wanted you ever since my mom first brought you home, Chris. And you…” her eyes slide up to Carter’s. “I’d barely got out of the car before you made me weak in the knees.”
“Ditto,” Carter smiles. Burying one hand in her hair, he pulls her in for a deep kiss. Paisley moans against his lips, her own fingers gripping Chris’ shirt tightly.
Chris feels his cock twitch as he watches Paisley and Carter. Leaning in, he trails kisses down Paisley’s neck, lowering his hand to cup her ass and press her to his growing erection.
Panting, Paisley breaks away from them. “I can’t believe this is really happening,” she murmurs. “You swear this isn’t a dream?”
Carter chuckles and slaps her ass, making her squeal. “Does that feel like a dream?”
“No,” she replies, grinning. Her tears have vanished and her large green eyes sparkle invitingly. “Come and get me, boys,” she says enticingly.
They don’t need to be told twice.
Carter lifts Paisley, laying her on the bed as Chris yanks off his shirt and jeans, leaving them in a pile. Kneeling on bed, he tugs off Paisley’s shirt and lowers his mouth to her small, dark nipples. Paisley moans, burying her hands in his hair as he sucks and licks, his warm mouth exploring her soft, creamy skin.
Having shed his clothes, Carter rejoins them on the bed. Tugging Paisley’s shorts off, he opens her legs, running his tongue up the delicate skin of her inner thigh and making her moan, just like she imagined he would. She arches into Chris’ mouth and he eagerly takes her breasts in both hands.
“Come here,” she whispers with a dirty grin. Rolling over, she reaches out and takes his throbbing cock in both hands, guiding him toward her lips. Chris groans as her wet mouth envelopes his member, her tongue winding around his sensitive head.
As she sucks him, Chris can see Carter go down on her, gripping her ass in both hands and opening her cheeks wide to bring her dripping pussy closer to his mouth. Chris licks his lips as he watches Carter eats Paisley out, his eyes closed as he sucks her swollen clit. The sight makes Chris groan, and he can feel himself approaching a climax.
But he doesn’t want to come yet. Gently, he frees himself from Paisley and bends down to kiss her. She grins, her mouth taking his tongue as eagerly as his cock. But after a moment, she pushes them both away and sits up. With a grin, she gets onto her hands and knees, offering up her perfect ass and the warm, dripping slit of her entrance to Chris while she bends down to take Carter into her mouth.
Chris’ hard-on throbs with desire and he grabs her ass eagerly. But he wants to make things last, so he teases her, entering her with only his head. Paisley whimpers, twitching her ass for more as she bobs over Carter’s slick cock.
Chris just smiles, sliding another few inches into before pulling back again and leaving only his tip. Paisley moans piteously. Carter grins at Chris.
A few shallow pumps have her mewling, her perfect ass pressed up tight against his muscular torso. Carter shakes his head, reaching over Paisley’s back to pull Chris into a deep kiss. Chris groans, forgetting his plan and thrusts deep into Paisley’s eager hole as Carter’s tongue ravages his mouth.
“YES!” Paisley moans. “Give me more, Chris!”
How could he refuse? He sees Carter slide away from Paisley and he takes advantage, flipping Paisley onto her back and wrapping her long legs around his neck to give him better access.
“Oh my God, yes! YES!” Paisley screams, her hands gripping the sheets for dear life, her tits bouncing wildly as he pounds her. She arches her back so that his cock hits her g-spot every time. “Oh god, I’m going to come, Chris!”
He feels her clench around him as her body writhes with pleasure. But he grits his teeth and doesn’t let himself go over the edge. He wants this to last as long as it can.
He hears Carter moan behind him and looks back. Carter’s eyes are dark with lust as he watches Paisley come. He reaches out and puts a hand on Chris’ back, stroking him. Chris catches his breath. He knows what’s coming next. “Yes,” he whispers. “Take me too.”
He feels the tip of Carter’s finger, slick with lube, entering him, widening him. Chris gasps with pleasure. When Carter strokes his prostate, Chris nearly comes right then and there.
“Oh fuck yes,” Paisley whimpers, watching them through half-closed eyes. “I want to see you fuck him,” she moans. With one hand, she reaches down to play with herself, folding back the slick folds of her pussy, giving them a perfect view of her.
Carter chuckles, bending forward to kiss Chris’ neck. “Your wish is my command,” he whispers. Slowly, with more control than Chris can imagine, Carter slides his thick cock into him. Chris groans with pleasure. Grabbing Paisley, he hauls her up onto his lap so that the three of them can move in unison.
Paisley leans in, her hands tangled in both their hair as she kisses first Chris then Carter. Carter brings his arms around them both so that he’s holding Chris’ hands as they grab Paisley’s ass, pulling her down hard and fast onto Chris’ cock.
Chris feels his pleasure mounting and knows he won’t be able to last much longer. “Fuck,” he yells as he feels Carter moving deep in him just as Paisley’s pussy clenches in another orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, I’m going to come,” he moans.
Paisley kisses him hard. “Come on me,” she whispers seductively as his hands slide across her sweat-slicked body. Before he can reply, she leans away and his cock slides out, just as his orgasm hits.
“Oh fuck!” Chris hollers as his orgasm explodes through him, sending his come flying across Paisley’s perfect body, the sight of which nearly makes him want to come again.
“Jesus Christ,” Carter moans behind him. Wrapping his arm around Chris’ waist, he thrusts once more, deep into Chris. Both men moan with pleasure as Carter comes. Vaguely, Chris is aware of Paisley watching them hungrily, licking her lips as she drives her fingers into her pussy, finishing herself off for the third time.
Panting, the two men separate and collapse next to Paisley.
“Next time,” she says, reaching out to play with their hair. “I want to have you both.”
Chris and Carter catch each other’s eye and grin. Chris knows they’re both thinking the same thing.
“Well,” says Carter, propping himself up on one elbow. “Why don’t we go shower and see if we can’t make that dream come true?”
Before Paisley can reply, the noise of a buzzer echoes faintly through the house.
“Oh shit!” she squeals. “The lasagna!”
“And just when I thought this day couldn’t get any better!” Chris grins, making Carter and Paisley laugh.
The lasagna is a bit burnt by the time they manage to get it out of the oven, but none of them mind.
EPILOGUE
Four months later
The tall pine tree tinkles softly as Paisley shifts her weight. Instinctively, she freezes. The last thing she wants to do is tip over Chris’ immaculately decorated Christmas tree.
At least it’s so big that there’s no way he’ll see me, she thinks.
When Carter first smuggled her into the house, she’d gasped at the enormous pine tree taking up half the living room – which itself wasn’t small.
“Oh my god! You guys didn’t cut it yourselves, did you?” she asked.
“What’s the point of having a ranch if you can’t even cut your own Christmas tree?” Carter teased.
“But it’s huge!” she whispered to Carter. “And you guys did such a good job with the decorations. It’s beautiful!”
“And it’ll only be more so when you jump out from behind it,” Carter teased.
Now, Paisley stands behind the tree, admiring its white fairy lights and the sam
e delicate gold-leaf vintage ornaments she remembers from the one Christmas Chris had spent married to her mother. They’d been his grandmother’s, he’d told her.
Who’s probably rolling in her grave right now…Paisley thinks as she glances down at herself. She’s wearing a lacy, wine-red bra and thong with matching red stilettos.
After their hedonistic last 24 hours together back in August, the threesome promised to see each other again soon, though when, exactly, was unclear. But they’ve stayed in touch throughout Paisley’s first semester back in school. The guys made a point of calling her at least once a week to check on her and how she’s doing. Paisley’s never felt so looked after. Not to mention, it’s been nice having someone to talk to about her studies. Especially when that someone actually understands what I’m saying! Unlike her mother, of course.
So, when Carter called her one day in early December to invite her out to the ranch for Christmas, Paisley was happy and excited, but not really surprised. She’d been hoping that something like that might happen. And for once, didn’t have to be jealous of her classmates’ vacation plans.
“I want to surprise Chris,” Carter explained. “We’ve got this huge Christmas tree in the living room. I can just picture his face when you jump out from behind it.”
Paisley was so excited by the idea that, the minute Carter hung up, she drove into San Francisco to find some Christmas-appropriate lingerie. After all, I want to make this a surprise for both of them!
Her memories are interrupted when she hears the men’s voices. Quickly, she pulls on her Santa hat to complete the look and arranges her dark hair so that it falls over her breasts in long, shining waves.
“I have a present for you,” Carter is saying as he leads the way into the living room.
Chris laughs. “Oh, do you now?” he asks teasingly. “You mean you didn’t just buy me a scarf this year?”
Paisley can’t see them, but she can imagine Carter rolling his eyes, indignant. “No,” he replies. “Something better. Here, take a seat right here.”
“Right here?”
“Yes. It’ll have the best view.”
“If you say so.”
There’s a beat of silence and then Carter gives the signal: “And now…”
Paisley steps out from behind the tree, resting one hand on her hip to give the guys a good view of her long, bare legs. “Merry Christmas!” she grins.
The look on Chris’ face is priceless. “Paisley! I knew there was something fishy about you having to volunteer in the animal shelter over the holidays!”
“Oh fuck,” Carter exclaims. “You did not mention the lingerie.”
Paisley laughs. “Do you like it?” she asks, keeping her voice low and seductive.
“Definitely,” Chris and Carter reply in unison.
“Then you should sit down,” she tells Carter, hitting play on her phone. Immediately, the room is filled with I’ll be Your Santa, Baby, Paisley’s favorite sexy Christmas song. She swings her hips in time to the beat and crosses the room toward the men.
Carter swallows. His eyes are glued to her hips, as he quickly joins Chris on the sofa.
Paisley smiles, watching their twin awe-struck faces as she lowers herself onto Chris’ lap. He moans softly, gripping Carter’s hand as she rolls her hips in time to the music so that her ass presses tighter against his crotch. Immediately, she can feel his cock spring to attention and her smile widens. He grabs her hips, pulling her closer, grinding her bare ass against his throbbing cock. Paisley bites her lip, feeling herself grow wet. Keep it together! she reminds herself.
“Do you like that?” she purrs as she raises her hips, running her ass up against his chest toward his face so that he can get a good view of the wet lace covering her pussy.
“Oh god, yes,” Chris moans, grabbing her ass and trying to tug her to his mouth.
But Paisley giggles and pulls away. “Not yet!” she tells him as she turns to Carter.
Carter looks up at her and grins, ready for his turn. This time, she lowers herself facing him, gripping the back of the sofa as she grinds against his crotch. He’s already hard and she smiles down at him naughtily. “You beat me to it,” she murmurs, stroking his chest with one hand.
“What can I say?” he replies. “I’m very visual.”
Paisley chuckles softly and begins to undulate against him. Carter moans appreciatively as her breasts come up to meet his waiting lips.
But, just like with Chris, she pulls always away before Carter can manage to get his mouth on her skin.
“I think it’s time we take matters into our own hands,” Carter grins at Chris, who is watching the two of them appreciatively. With one hand, he’s massaging his hard-on through his jeans.
“I totally agree,” Chris replies. Without warning, he leans in and grabs Paisley, pulling her into a deep kiss.
She squeals with surprise and pleasure as his tongue slide into her mouth. Below, she feels Carter rip off her thong, his strong hands grabbing her ass and pulling her wet pussy forcibly up to his mouth. His tongue slides along each swollen fold of her entrance, making her delirious with pleasure. Oh my god, Paisley thinks drunkenly, I forgot how good this feels.
As they kiss, Paisley reaches down to open Chris’ belt buckle and slide off his jeans and boxers. His long, throbbing cock springs free and she breaks the kiss only to lower herself to his bobbing erection.
“Fuck,” Chris moans as her lips claim the broad tip of his member. He grips her hair with both hands and grins as she swirls her lips around his glistening head. It turns her on to hear him moan as she works him.
But she’s having a hard time concentrating. Behind them, Carter has one hand on her ass, massaging her roughly while he pumps her slick pussy with two fingers. He leans in and she feels his tongue licking the tight swirl of her anus. Paisley whimpers around Chris’ cock as her orgasm builds.
Then, Carter’s thumb presses her clit, rolling and teasing it and Paisley can’t hold on any longer. A low scream escapes her and she throws her head back, letting go of Chris’ cock as pleasure floods through her. Vaguely, she’s aware of Chris and Carter grinning at each other. She hears the sound of a belt buckle coming undone. Chris tosses Carter something. And then Carter is inside her.
“Yes,” Paisley whimpers as Carter’s thick cock fills her. “Fuck me hard, Carter,” she gasps. She turns back to Chris, but he grins and steps back.
Looping his arms under hers, Carter pulls her toward him, making her body arch back. Paisley whimpers as the new position pushes Carter’s huge head up against her g-spot, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through her with each deep thrust.
The new position also gives Chris a perfect view of Carter’s thick member sliding into her pink, dripping folds. With a grin, Paisley reaches down and begins to play with her clit, giving Chris a show. It makes her wet to see his eyes go dark as he pants with desire, one hand pumping his glistening hard-on. When she sees him pull on a condom, she licks her lips.
“Yes,” she pants. “I want you both. Fuck me, Chris,” she begs. Then she moans loudly as Carter licks a finger and eases it into her tight anus. Slowly, he draws himself out of her pussy and sinks his cock up her ass. Before Paisley can even register what’s happening, Chris straddles Carter’s lap and slides himself deep into her waiting pussy. Paisley grabs his muscular shoulders with both hands, panting with pleasure.
“Fuck me, daddy,” she begs.
As one, the men thrust into her. Their strong legs work like pistons as they drill her furiously, all the months of pent-up desire finally breaking loose. The lights dance and flicker before her eyes and Paisley doesn’t hold back. Screaming in ecstasy, she digs her nails deep into Chris’ shoulders as she feels them fill every inch of her again and again until she can’t take any more; until all she can feel is the throb of their cocks filling her body with pleasure.
“Oh YES!” Paisley howls, her head thrown back as, finally, her
orgasm crashes through her. Faintly she can hear the men groaning as they finish as well, but she’s too delirious to take it in.
Very, very slowly, Paisley returns to the land of the living.
“Oh my god,” she pants, slumping back against Carter’s slick chest. “Holy shit, I forgot how good this is…”
Chris pulls out of her, chuckling. “We didn’t,” he replies.
Carter laughs as he gently slides her off him. “Been thinking about it for four months now,” he agrees.
Paisley lets her body go slack in Carter’s arms as Chris sits on the floor, leaning on their legs. “Do you guys think about me when you fuck each other?” she asks. Then she bites her lip. “Sorry, that was—”
“Of course we do,” Carter laughs. “Only thing that could make the sex better would be having you there.”
Paisley feels warmth rise in her. “God, it’s good to be home,” she says, without thinking.
Chris smiles up at her. “It’s good to have you home,” he tells her.
Paisley can’t believe how lucky she is. Sure, she never really had a mom – even less so these days once Megan found out she spent the summer with Chris – but Paisley doesn’t care. She has the best daddies in the world.
THE END
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